AT THE MIDNIGHT CRY

When Jesus steps out, of the cloud to call his children

The dead in Christ shall rise to meet him in the air

And we that remain will be quickly changed

And at the midnight cry, When Jesus comes again

I heard the sound of a mighty rushing wind

And it is closer than it is ever been

I can hear the trumpet as Gabriel sound the call

And at the midnight cry when Jesus call again

As I look around me I see prophecies fulfilling

The signs of time are appearing every where

I can almost hear the father saying

My Son go get my children